The Short Tale of Tiny Tim

Everyone is born with a certain amount of luck. Tiny Tim's share erred on the small side. Born with six siblings, competition for his mother's milk and attention was fierce and Tim lacked the physical strength to beat off his brothers and sisters. They grew quickly and become ever stronger, while Tim became weak and emaciated.

After nearly a month on the harsh, dusty streets, Tiny Tim was looking death in the eyes. Unable to enough food, he often didn't even have the energy to hold his head up and could barely walk. Then one day, hunger overwhelming his fear of the white man, Tim approached, craned his crooked neck and looked up with his good eye. To his great surprise, Tim received a lychee. From that point on Tiny Tim followed the man all around town and was fed every day. The man even frightened away Tim's greedy brothers when they tried to steal this new food.

Each time he ate from the nice man's hand, Tiny Tim got a little bit stronger, a little less tiny. He gave off a whole to aura of energy and promise. His ribs began to disappear, he developed a smelly belly and could even run a little. Tiny Tim started to dare to hope, and the man also began to smile at the thought of their future together.

Until one afternoon, Tiny Tim used his new found energy to leave the garden and was killed by a dog.

RIP Tiny Tim.

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